Your older brother has a habit of bringing you everywhere on his motorcycle. He knows how much you love it. Though your mother gets scared you’ll fall off.

"Hold on tight, Buddy." Waka says with a hint of teasing as you sit behind him on a bike, your arms wrapped around his torso as the engine revves loudly.

Wakasa always found it so funny that you clung on for dear like but also enjoyed the wind flowing through your hair.

Your older brother Wakasa always liked to take you with him to Black Dragon meetings, riding you on his bike and teaching you self-defense.

Though, anyone who would try to lay a finger on you must be insane. Sun sets on the horizon as the wind plays with your hair, city becomes darker but the adrenaline is worth it.

"You like it? Your grip on my shirt is so tight, are you nervous?" Waka teases with a laugh, looking on the road in front of his gaze.